[Sarai and Samiel]

Momentum.

The inertial nature of an object.

Wherever the hell this was, there was plenty of it.... and seemingly, no gravity.

The 'area', for lack of a better word, was vaguely spherical, if hollow- a space of about seven thousand feet from the 'inner sphere' of strange, green clouds and the 'outer sphere' of equally odd, porridge-like gray clouds. In the space in between... a 360 degree asteroid belts. Rocks ranging in size from bits of sand up to things that would compose entire mesas on their own, were they to be found on Terra- which this was definitely not.

Of all of this, only one part could be considered to show any sign of the impact of life. And that was only based upon a relatively easy assumption.

After all, large flat rocks in the shape of a perfect pentagon aren't exactly commonly occurring natural phenomena, even in the layer of a gas giant where 'air' pressure and gravity equalize out. The slab of reddish-brown stone seemed to flip constantly, if very slowly, in a small round space with no smaller rocks or stones in it of any size. And-

It held a body. Not to say that there was a body within it, or that it was grabbing onto that body somehow. No, she seemed to be pressed into continuing flips with it by the simple fact of its presence against her back.

Hair trailing the circle of her motion, she remained spread-eagled against the stone. One limb each pointed at the points of the pentagon- hands... feet......tail.

It was almost a serene scene, indigo scales against ruddy rock, spinning eternally in silence. Locks of sky-blue hair trailing and fluffing slightly. Her thin lips were slightly parted, smallish eyes closed, thin, hawklike nose marking the center of a slightly squarish face. Two small horns marked her forehead over her eyes, and a third the spot between her brows. A heavy, thick torso bore a padded gray vest for covering, slightly curled hands covered by matching fingerless gloves. Closely-fit military-formal pants showed that her legs held more than enough power to move her heavy boots, shaped for feet that were obviously nonhuman, broader and shorter- or rather, toes, her legs clearly placing weight on the balls and digits of her feet. Her tail was likewise thick and heavy, unadorned.

Then, someone came.

One eye opened, large and orange, slit-pupiled. Her nostrils flared slightly, then she opened the other eye and sat up- or tried.

The slab was nearly ten feet across and she'd covered a good portion of that, stocky even in size. It shouldn't come as too much of a surprise that the slab, which would have weighed nearly a full ton in Terran gravity, started smoothly floating off the other way, its spin reversed and far slower.

For the huge woman- she couldn't have stood less than seven feet upright,- she spun slowly in the air, gradual, careful shifts of arms and legs resulting in her facing the slab she had inhabited- if one could call it that. A shift that revealed the bony protrusion hidden by her hair before, one ringing about her skull from jawline up to the highest part of the back, extended to nearly reach her shoulders. A good protection even if it did make looking 'up' a bit more difficult.

Booted feet impacted rock softly, knees and ankles flexing, and she crouched on a boulder, still drifting away from the slab she had been against... at the same speed she had been moments before touching rock. No featherweight this.

One hand reached behind her back, and pulled out a thing like a double-edged axe-blade, but without a handle, instead constructed so that she might grip the center and swing her own fist for a woodchopper. Her left hand went to the rock, thick fingers gripping at it lightly.

"...who comes?"